OR, THE WORLD HAS CHAX(;ED. l^ 



LAST HUNT W^ITH HAMPTON 



FD UT Summer's past and Fall has come, 

 '-^ Now turn our thoughts to going home. 

 Here's a yarn, some may call it luck, 

 Col. Hampton wished a deer — a buck. 



A whole buck to his home to take, 

 So we did the arrangement make ; 

 Take to Columbia on his return, 

 He'll testify to the whole concern. 



Xow knowing where a fine deer lay. 

 On Nix Mountain, there let him stay, 

 'Till by appointment, when enroute. 

 Had laid our plans to get him out. 



Ready, sent our negro driver. 

 If this buck he could diski-ver, 

 And we rode round to hold the gaps 

 Where the game would pass, no mishaps. 



Xor did we have to daily long, 

 Until we heard the dogs give tongue. 

 In a jifFy the game was sprung, 

 And at his heels the dogs were strung. 



The deer made direct to our stand, 

 Double-barrel cocked in our hand ; 

 Oar eye fixed on the coming game, 

 And we were nerved for deadly aim. 



